Best Open It Up Poems
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.
But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.
And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.
And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.
I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down.
They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.
Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down.
Written by Carol Eastman
Freedom.
Oh you can run now, I'm setting you free
So for once in your life, accept gratefully
Ignore every time I proclaimed in the past
My arms open wide will, again, be the last
I said that before I won't say it anymore
I'd mean what I say, then you'd knock at my door
I'd open it up, let you in, let you lie, let you
Sleep in my arms hoping dawn won't come by
But morning did come with the realisation
Your eyes spoke a tale through a brief hesitation
Tsunami of regrets and self preservation
But at long last I've healed, I'm a brand new creation
Awash with tranquility, peace I never knew that
Exists beyond chases and captures from you
Stood still for too long and in sunk the teeth
You leeched at my neck, you wouldn't let me breathe
But those where the days I was happy to die for
I'd rather you kill me than leave me to cry.
A poisoned nostalgia begins to creep in then
Proceeds to inject itself under my skin
How the tables have turned, I've become the snake
The skin you infected has begun to flake
I'm shedding the moments, the heartbreak, the lust
The love and the hate now united as dust
So hard to accept this was never meant to be
So go, you can run now, I promise you're free.
Jodie Williams for
The secondhand emotion contest
13 Jan 2012
EYES DON'T LIE...
I've always believed eyes tell a story.
From the moment I met you you've
worn shades to protect the pages in
your book. Day one I've asked you to
remove them. U told me you didn't
want me to look in your eyes
because they tell how you're
feeling..and you weren't ready for
that..but that I could trust you were
looking into my mine.. Which was
the very reason I wanted to see
yours... Still trying to figure out the
guy behind the shades...
Something about your eyes are
alluring to me. The color and the
shape..i love the way you
blink..When I look into them, they're
pleading for something. I haven't
figured out what that something is
yet...
When you look at me, your eyes
pierce right through me! Its like
looking into my soul.
Some days I avoid eye contact
because I don't wanna fall for you. I
tell myself I don't wanna be lured
into you..
I don't want my heart abducted by
your mesmerizing eyes..it could be a
trap..just a game that you
play..either way I'll stay, I'm
fascinated to play...
You have a story to share..you've
overcome too much not to tell. Your
book is full of pages with several
chapters within.
I'm ready to blow the dust off, crack
it open, and read from beginning to
end...I know it has some horror,
violence, suspense, comedy, drama
and romance wrapped up all under
one cover.
I'm sure it'll be a bestseller with an
happy ending that will change if only
one person's way of life...maybe
even the world's.
Let me open it up, and flip through...
its the most beautiful sky
ive ever seen
the grass the deepest evergreen
yet theres one cloud ive seen before
and now its back to rain and pour
i start to panic as old insecurities set in
that i wanna bask in the rain
thats the nievest sin
but then i realize
i have in my hand
a new safer umbrella
to help me stand
so i open it up so beautiful and strong
knowing it was there all along
i dont get a drop on my new found skin
knowing the umbrellas here
if it should rain again.
The quality that is within me
To see it I had to find the key
Open it up and take a look
It was like a mystery book
So I opened the book and began to read
I was amazed by a single seed
That was planted in me one day
But it wasn't watered so it withered away
Then I read on and began to see
Other qualities within me
Qualities that are possibilities
As long as I never lost the key
Just for the Holidays so sweet
It is the perfect Christmas treat
To make this special cake so fine
Just use this recipe of mine
Unbleached flour pure and white
About eight ounces is just right
A little butter, a six ounce stick
Four large eggs then stir it quick
An ounce of almonds blanched and split
Then add some currants in with it
Add some raisins both dark and white
With baking powder to keep it tight
Some extra cherries if you should feel
Then add an ounce of pure mixed peel
One whole lemon both pulp and rind
Get condensed milk, the sweetened kind
To make your guests a little frisky
Add a dash of good scotch whiskey
Grease a pan with Pam so nifty
And heat the oven up to three fifty
Stir your mixture ‘til it’s nice and thick
Spread it in a pan so smooth and quick
Then take tinfoil and seal the dough
And bake it for an hour or so
Take it out and open it up
And pour your milk into a cup
Brush the milk so smooth and sweet
On top of your delicious treat
Then bake it for ten minutes more
And use a toothpick to check it for
The perfect “doneness”, that’s the rule
Then take it out and let it cool
And after it has cooled a while
The smell of it will make you smile
For Holidays you just can’t beat it
So cut a big ole slice and eat it
These are some but there are many
Having rights infringed upon
Like noisy people before a game
When the National Anthem is sung
Seated not standing-they laugh-running all about
Perhaps they realize not the cost nor care to find it out
Or a constitutional citizen who speaks of freedom’s liberty
Then cries out loud- as a bleeder- against leadership’s way
For when it’s time to turn out- he having never voted to this day
Or the thief who sneaks about my home dealing my earned things
Once when caught- feels captured remorse -adjusting my college ring
Or the school student that stays in trouble almost every day
He loudly distracts my poor little Johnny who wants to make all A’s
Or the commercialization of consumer products viewed as pretty and fat
But when I get home and open it up – it seems empty and flat
Infringements all- which spit upon my face- pass me a towel please
First-Help me Lord-it’s stuck so deep- to remove my own eye’s beam
the key to love is letting go
still i don't wanna pin you down
that quiet click'll let you know
and i'll turn your love around
i got the key right here
i got the jimmy to your heart
i'm gonna turn your tumbler
gotta fit to your key part
maybe you feel stuck tight
can't open up for awhile
don't worry now, it's alright
we'll open it up and smile
oil for the spring's the thing
to open what the futures bring
© Goode Guy 2012-11-19
Each day that I get up and greet the new dawn
Posing at the mirror,first..to see what changes have been going on
My eyes cannot look at what lies before me
55'waist on a 5ft 7 frame
These hands reach into the old treasure chest in the closet
I open it up and there before me is
A Superman comic(circa 1986-A CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTH crossover)
12 vhs tapes of STAR TREK,the original series(courtesy of Paramount Pictures)
An E.T.The ExtraTerrestial costume that mom made for me
and of course,the most treasured possession of all:
A FRUIT-OF-THE-LOOM jockey short that I wore throughout Freshman and
Sophomore year in High School
The DIRTY jokes that my Classmen used to tell
Old and disgusting chewing gum sticking to the toilet bowl with this note:
BERNIE&CHRISTINE,SITTING UP ON THAT TREE..K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
I hold up that smelly jockey garment from long ago to my expanding waist
Now I do know WHEN and WHERE the years did go
too much partying with the cubicle nerds
PAPA GINO'S and A&W root beer just lying around for some aging X'er to take
a bite and a gulp
Every night before I trot off to sleep,the hemorrhoids keep acting up
disturbing the many custard pie remnants that exhale from the behind
Mother told me that too much of that would be Dangerous,sickening,and unkind
I can't help it if I do not want to let go of my young appetite,as yet
Creatures from the old yearbook,Ravishingly young and wile
It brings forth a pleasant memory and before I am off to dreamland
This face offers up,one more juvenile smile,from yesteryear
GOOD NIGHT
Death is a time where people will never breathe
We can’t talk or walk and even squawk about our lives that we lead
What do you suppose is behind deaths door?
I’m just wondering, because eventually is going to come to us all
Should we be scare? Or fight for it, not to happen? Or just let it be?
Has anyone thought about Death, like me?
Death has come for two people I had a chance to know on, 02/02/12;
however, this was a week ago.
Do you think they knew?
Some people may not know, when it’s time for them to go,
therefore; we should ask JESUS CHIRST to come into our lives
and be prepared for that day
So, when death wants to knock on our door
We can open it up and say I’m ready, let’s go,
and see that place called Heaven’s Tour
The autumn leaves crinkle beneath my feet
Their radiant colors dulled
I see the reds and yellows as vibrant as they were
The last time we came here together.
I hold you in my hands,
The way you held me when I was a child.
Your urn jostles softly as I scale the cliff
To our favorite spot.
I open it up, and look at you one last time.
Bits of bone sprinkled in the ash,
Like the time we came here after the first snow fall,
The defiant leaves of abundant autumn
Refusing to be masked by light dusting.
Off the tip of the rock,
I turn the urn,
You flow out over our favorite hike,
As you would have wanted.
We pass through this trail
One last time.
I'm checking the post daily
Can't tell you how exciting this is for me
Since I called the 1-800 number
From that mail order magazine
While one day sitting at the dentist
I picked up said magazine
A full page ad which made me gasp
A colorful array of personalities
I've never really had much of one on my own
So I ordered a couple dozen
Sitting here anxious for my order
And so far I've seen nothing
I'm wearing a path to the mailbox
It should have been here by now
When it does arrive I'm first taking out Impatient
Then placing a call to tell them about themselves
I hope I remembered to order one Romantic
Cause I'd sure like to impress Mary Lou
As it now stands I feel less a man
Around her I don't know what to say or do
Imagine my surprise when the box finally arrives!
I open it up with a slight giggle
Just like that the personalities fall into my lap
For a moment I felt just like Sybil
Lets see there's one that's Strong, one that's Flirty, one that's Shy, one that's Quirky
One that looks like it's Mighty Proud
A personality that's Fun, Debonair, a Serious one
All I know is I want to try them all out
These days when you see me around...AKA "The Man About Town"
The one that has the large following of friends
Everyone loves the tales that I tell, now that I tell them so well
The way I weave them from beginning to end
They all want to hang out with me, there's something special they see
Looks like I've come out of my shell
Now I don't think twice as I jump into life
Since things have been going so well
And all those personalities I own, I now leave those all home...
I keep the box locked high up on a shelf
I found the best personality I have is the one I was born with
And that people tend to like me for myself
ANOTHER VERSION
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shack
All the creatures were stirring; even the roaches in the crack.
The children were jumping and playing in the bed,
While neighbors were drinking and smoking and being drug heads.
And mom in her t-shirt and me in my drawers,
Had just settled down to wait on Santa Claus.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter;
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Threw back the sheets and stuck my head through broke glass.
The moon shone bright on the junk outside;
Place looked like a mess, I wanted to hide.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a souped up Cadillac with a godfather standing near.
I laughed when I saw him decked down with his gold chain,
As he stood 6' 5'' leaning on a long white cane.
Then he beckoned for me to come outside;
Guess my house wasn't good enough for him; he had too much pride.
Or was it just me jumping to conclusions;
Was my mind playing tricks; was I having illusions.
Then something inside of me said stop playing the judge.
I am so grateful for that little nudge.
When I went to the door to open it up,
He gave many gifts to me yet he seemed so abrupt.
There was enough money to change our life,
And the children were blessed and so was my wife.
I looked at what I had and my head began to swell;
No longer in this place do I have to dwell.
I will get a new home; I'll get a new ride,
I'll move to a better part of town, I was filled with pride.
I won't see these neighbors no more, won't look in their face,
When I move to the best part of town in my brand new place.
Then I began to search myself and all I had received;
Suddenly this gave me more faith believe.
It was then that I learned to never judge someone by what you see,
You can miss your blessings under the Christmas tree.
The "God Father" exclaimed as he revved up his car;
"Don't forget where you came from and who you are!"
Merry Christmas
Penned 12/24/2015
A rainbow stallion
hailed, as if a cab.
I laid a hundred bucks
under his leather saddle.
I stepped into the stirrups,
then whipped onto
his primeval back.
I’d been expecting him.
An adventure I’d been told…
I knew nothing of how to ride
and knew only to pay his price.
He spoke! Yes, he spoke!
“Kick my sides, not too light,
not too hard.”
Surprised, I followed his instructions.
Away we flew. To where, only he knew.
The stubborn mule wouldn’t tell me.
We flew fast, we rode hard
until we reached the fairies and unicorns.
The fairies had little swords
embellished with ancient words.
The unicorns were fighting with their horns,
the sound of thunder, strikes of lightning.
“So, why are we here?”
The stallion says, pointing sternly at me,
“You need to stop this war!”
“What?” I say, “Why me?
“Isn’t it obvious?” the stallion frowns,
“You wouldn’t eat your daughter’s pixie dust cake,
you wouldn’t play hide’n seek unicorn and flatly
said you didn’t believe in fairytales.”
“Do you believe in rainbow stallions? the horse mocked.
“Okay…okay, but
how do I stop this war?”
“Alright, we’re getting somewhere,” the stallion snorted.
“Go to the old owl’s tree. Open it up. There’s a clock.
You must turn it back to yesterday.”
“Where is it?”
“Must I do everything for you? You have until midnight to figure it out.”
“What happens if I can’t return to yesterday?”
“An unhappily ever after.
Now get going! Today is burning daylight!”
I awake from my dream, hoping this is yesterday…
My daughter spins into the room,
“Daddy, I rode on a horsie’s back.
He was so pretty. He told me you would help me
find pixie dust and unicorns. Will ya…will ya, Daddy?”
“Hold on, sweetheart…”
I run outside in bare feet.
I hear an owl. I see his tree.
Before I wouldn’t have believed nor seen
the clock. I wind it back.
Let the party begin. I’ve taken stock.
Ten years later she reminds me
of the sweetest day,
time spent wisely. The owl daily says,
“Who…who’s the guy!” with a wink,
dream and a little sleep.
8/24/2022
My wallet is like an onion;
when I open it up,
it makes me
want to
cry.